Spring Butterfly and a Bad Omen
Spring Butterfly and her twin brother, Black Butterfly, were flying close to the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, a routine they enjoyed every day since moving there. The ocean’s waves danced gracefully, sparkling under the sun’s gentle touch.
The twins liked to race each other along the shore to see which one could catch the biggest droplet of fresh ocean water. Their wings would glisten with joy, adorned by droplets that sparkled like diamonds.
One rather cloudy spring day, Spring Butterfly was feeling something inside her—a fear or an omen that something bad was going to happen—so she opted out of playing that day.
“Nothing bad is going to happen,” said Black Butterfly confidently. “Come on, let’s play.”
“You don’t know that,” replied Spring Butterfly with caution in her voice. “I would rather be safe than sorry.”
“Suit yourself,” said Black Butterfly and fluttered away into the distance where clouds gathered menacingly.
Spring Butterfly’s uneasy feeling grew deeper and darker every minute that Black Butterfly was gone. She fluttered around their little home—a cozy hole in a huge tree right by the ocean—her wings trembling slightly.
“Settle down,” said Mother soothingly but with concern in her eyes. “What has you all worked up?”
“I have a bad feeling,” explained Spring Butterfly anxiously. “I feel like something bad is going to happen.”
Mother nodded understandingly. “Good thinking on your part,” she praised gently as storm clouds began forming overhead.
Just as Spring Butterfly was about to chase after her brother amidst growing winds, their home door ripped open revealing a shivering Black Butterfly.
“I should have listened to you,” he admitted remorsefully; raindrops clung onto his once vibrant wings making them appear dull.
Both Spring Butterfly and Mother hugged him tightly—a hug filled with relief—and warmth spread through their small home driving away cold fears brought by stormy winds outside.
“I will listen next time,” promised Black Butterfly revelling in his family’s warmth amidst crackling sounds from firewood burning cheerfully nearby illuminating their faces softly casting away shadows of fear and doubt.
“Good to hear,” cried Mother happily hugging both her children now as rain tapped gently against their home.
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